one lost moment
Joseph Verrilli
From where she came
I just cannot say,
From what heavenly dream
Exiled to reality,
Materializing
From the hallucination
Of thought dreams,
But there she was,
Crossing my line of vision
In the crowded supermarket
Among the impatient shouts
Of single-minded shoppers,
Screeching babies pummeled
With maternal hand-slaps
And the ever-present blips
Of computerized cash registers,
Yes, there she was,
Angel in the flesh
(Reminding me of another),
Dressed casually,
As seemingly as ³meek as a lamb²
And whose face as wholesome
as that of a 13 year-old girl,
The black t-shirt, loose-fitting jeans
And groundworn beach thongs
Seemingly meant for her
And her alone,
Offering me a sad smile,
Yes, sad and resigned,
As melancholy
As wildflowers exiled
To rapt imprisionment,
Suddenly turning away
To leave with hear bearded companion,
Bearer of sweetness and longing
For one lost moment.